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His voice is deep and booming, and I nearly jump out of my skin. Heart thudding, I force myself to remain silent and still. Minerva warned me against speaking or reacting. Pets can’t say or do anything unless they’re specifically instructed to by their masters.
His tail flicks open my robe, exposing my outfit to him. I’m wearing nothing save for the collar with the grounding stone on it, matching cuffs, and a thick strip of metal between my legs—a chastity belt, held in place by a tiny metal lock. His thick and muscular tail slips over it, stroking just above where my pussy is. And even though I can’t feel anything more than a brush near my thighs, my knees threaten to buckle.
“Your master locked you up,” he says with a frown. “That’s no fun. Tell me, pretty girl, do you know what floor he’s on?”
Glowing red eyes bore into mine—glamouring me into answering, if I could be glamoured—and I open my mouth as quickly as if he’d spelled me, fully aware that the grounding stone still isn’t buzzing. “The third floor, Sir.”
“Mmmm.” That frown twists into a menacing smile. “Let’s see if we can find him and get that pesky belt taken off, alright? You may answer now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The tip of his tail tries to spear through the metal and fails. It slinks lower, over my ass, and tries again. I squirm against the attempted intrusion, but say nothing, do nothing, because I can’t without giving myself away.
Once the demon is certain my belt won’t budge, he sighs and opens the door for us, gesturing me inside. “You will stay close to me,” he demands, those eyes flaring hotter than magma. “I’m your master until we find the incubus who brought you here. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I squeeze my legs tighter together when his tail finally slinks loose, choosing instead to wrap possessively around my stomach. It twists tighter and tighter, climbs higher and higher, until the tip of it grazes my breast. Slowly, the point of it opens up like some kind of fucked-up flower, exposing serrated teeth, a mouth, a tongue. I gasp when it latches onto my nipple, sucking and licking until heat spreads between my thighs.
The need to cup myself is unbearable, yet I can’t. The metal forms too tight a barrier even for me.
“Keep walking,” the incubus says. “We’re going straight to the elevators.” He points past the crowded dance floor where strobe lights flash, illuminating Salios’s empty throne. It’s still here, pumping blood onto the wooden floorboards even though he’s gone.
I bite the inside of my cheek and peer around the room looking for him until the demon’s tail bites down on my nipple.
“Don’t scream,” he says. “That annoys me. And keep your eyes ahead of you.”
Tears blur my vision when the teeth nip again, and I hold my squeal inside.
It’s so fucking sensitive.
My pussy aches by the time we reach the elevator, and God, I hate myself a bit for it. This creature is a stranger—a cruel stranger nonetheless—and yet I can’t hide how wet I am from his teasing. When he pushes me past the metal doors, I don’t fight him. The tail switches breasts, and my traitorous nipple rises to meet it. I can’t fight back the moan that escapes me when it latches on and flicks its tongue back and forth.
“Fuck,” he groans. “How am I supposed to wait for your master when you sound like that?” Near total darkness envelops us as the door closes—save for his flaming eyes and a glowing outline of the elevator buttons. Even though cool air blows through a vent above, it somehow feels hotter than it was outside. “Then again, why bother waiting? Those breasts are perfectly usable.”
A pit forms in my stomach, but it’s not like I didn’t expect this. God, the longer his tail works on my breast, the harder it is to remember why I’d even care. The demon presses a button on the elevator, and it lurches to a sudden stop. He orders me to my knees, and I drop without hesitation.
When his tail finally slips free of my nipple—leaving it glistening and swollen—I can’t fight back my pout. Instinctively, my hand cups the metal over my throbbing clit, tugging on the lock that dangles there. It’s supposed to protect me—supposed to stop me from being fed on too much—but right now it feels like a fucking curse.
The demon grabs my chin and yanks, forcing me to look at him through the darkness. “I know, sweetheart. Blame your master, though. Be a good girl and squeeze those tits together… Just like that.”
I hold my boobs as close as I can—a bit of a challenge because they’re not large or even medium-sized—but he doesn’t seem to care. I hear rather than see his zipper come loose, and a belt jingle when it slips free. As he steps closer to me, something warm and hard shoves up against my breasts, slipping between them, and I know without being told it’s his cock. Thankfully, there’s only one. The creature thrusts against me so hard I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out.
“Good girl. No screaming.” He keeps driving into me, knocking my head against the railing at my back. A groan of pleasure escapes his lips, and his leathery wings fly out, taking away what little light the elevator holds. “Now stick out that pink tongue of yours.”
God, I don’t want to.
I don’t have a choice—not unless I want to be trapped in Hell for all eternity.
For half a heartbeat, I hesitate, but not long enough for the demon to notice. He’s too lost as his thrusts become faster, more erratic. A moment later, ropes of hot cum spray onto my face and chest—into my open mouth—the salt so strong I nearly gag on it. My first instinct is to wipe it away, but the demon grabs my hands, his claws digging in.
“Leave it there. You’re prettier like that.”
My face heats with embarrassment and humiliation. He can’t honestly mean for me to…?
But then he’s pushing elevator buttons, straightening himself while I remain a disgusting mess on the floor. Daemon’s list thrums in my pocket, silently alerting me that we’re approaching new demons that haven’t been vetted yet. But I’m not thinking about the demons right now; I’m thinking about how fucking badly I need to shower, or to at least wipe the glob off my cheek.
The elevator dings just as the incubus finishes stuffing himself back into his pants. In front of us, an entire room of demons and humans stare as he steps out of the metal death-box, then finally orders me to follow. For Daemon, I do.
